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You fill me with tears.
Small cuts filthy and stinging.
Ocean death to heal.
G. Pearson
The tiny gestures.
Such nasty behavior.
“Throw her overboard!”
If you’re touched, give up.
Straight from the skeletons mouth
Buried in the sand.
I get a late text
“You would not believe who’s here?”
It’s all downhill now…
Inspired by The Terminal (2004)
I won’t return home
Like Vik in the terminal
This war forbids it
Time to bury rage.
Roast it with fire first off.
Let the ground rest please.
You must pick a side.
Better not befriend them now!
It will end us both.
As ten then as twelve.
We attack as a unit.
“Mission complete, sir.”
Last year as a teen.
I prayed for wisdom and strength.
I’ve made it thus far.
Would the world reset?
Dark intentions be wiped clean?
Or must we close lids?